Scars

• Tanette Celebre, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2010

I saw a man.
A man covered in scars.
A face of every guy he had murdered.
A name of every guy he had stabbed.
A line for each attempted murder.
A mark for every robbery.
A symbol for every gun shot.
A figure for every assasination.
An emblem for every kidnap.
A rope mark around his neck.
These are the scars that will haunt him forver.